Bill Pearse

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• Extraordinary life

  By Bill Pearse on December 5, 2025 • ( 9 )

  

  Then one day it just ends. The inexplicable way things begin and end. Like some pain in a joint or a job or the last of that awful, single-ply toilet paper roll you bought thinking it was the normal kind…. Read More ›

• It’s a shame about Ray

  By Bill Pearse on December 4, 2025 • ( 7 )

  

  Foggy morning walks through Soaring Eagle state park. By December the color has drained down to a dull copper with some last yellow in the leaves. The rest of the landscape is green, cloaked in gray. The deep greens of… Read More ›

• Last Sunday in November

  By Bill Pearse on November 30, 2025 • ( 18 )

  

  So long 54. With Thanksgiving late in the month this year it runs headlong into Christmas and no one’s missing a beat. My birthday fell the Sunday after turkey day and we went back to our favorite neighborhood restaurant, Jak’s…. Read More ›

• For Frank

  By Bill Pearse on November 25, 2025 • ( 11 )

  

  Great big scoops of sleep. Sleep like slipping down a sliding board. Pillowy clouds of sleep to sail away upon. Sleep like disappearing. Woke remembering my uncle Frank, brother to my grandmother, forever single. Why do they always pick on… Read More ›

• From the getting clean vignettes

  By Bill Pearse on November 24, 2025 • ( 9 )

  

  Bob had a beard before any of us. And I never saw him without his baseball cap. Bob drove a pickup truck, chewed tobacco and could always be counted on for having weed. Bob had a canoe too, so one… Read More ›

• Beware of Maya

  By Bill Pearse on November 23, 2025 • ( 4 )

  

  Drab autumn days. Leaves the color of old copper coins. Days meant for sofas and blankets and gloomy tunes. In short, my favorite kind of days. Days of tea and cloudy afternoons and poetry. Days of naps and not brushing… Read More ›

• Portrait of a domestic house cat

  By Bill Pearse on November 22, 2025 • ( 13 )

  

  When Timmy got agitated, which was often, he’d go to the wooden frames throughout the house and scratch. That or the carpets. He’d left the leather sofas alone but they were still ruined from him jumping up and down on… Read More ›

• Rorschach

  By Bill Pearse on November 21, 2025 • ( 13 )

  

  Up again before the timed lights came on. And then they were on. The cold that has you coiled in on yourself yearning for warmth. First thoughts of the day, mirror image of the last: how the coffee tumbler was… Read More ›

• Dark enough

  By Bill Pearse on November 20, 2025 • ( 6 )

  

  At last all the leaves were down. I used the tractor to grind them to bits and the blower to scatter the remains. In no time I’d been to Portland and back to the dark of my morning den. The… Read More ›

• One chance

  By Bill Pearse on November 19, 2025 • ( 14 )

  

  A bit of a brute, he was often found in the kitchen with his shirt off cooking, peeing in the garden beds or brooding by himself in the early morning dark. Sometimes he smelled. He was a hard man, but… Read More ›

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